DEATH Poem: Kadota, by Amaryllis Loven

Quiet rain falls upon marble graves
Despite who you are, life ends the same
As time passes, there are more stones added
As Becoming and Going sustain their comely ballad

Our trajectory of life, soundly resolved by time
It clasps us soundly within its holy design
I admit I ponder, do grave-dwellers smile, knowing they have been allotted their while?
Tyme, when over and above us it resides, is it teeming with conceited guile?

So much of which we are not aware
On occasion, we even disregard what is there
And for what purpose do we hesitate in defining
When every moment spent living is also spent dying

One day all that we know shall all slow and go quiet
Therefore keep a stern grasp upon your life and write it
You hold the pen at all times given
And not a soul can erase what you desire to be written

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